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The parent blog world talks a lot about cake. Eating it, baking it, buying it, dreaming about it, discussing it, debating the relative merits of. Fair enough. I love a good bake myself, but what’s arguably even nicer than donning the oven gloves yourself is being given homebaked treats. And, hurrah, last week that was just what happened.

As a ‘congrats’ for having baby four, a very generous and adorable friend sent a basket of treats from London’s Beverley Hills Bakery. As a present for a new mum, it’s genius. And for a new mum who already has children, it’s even better. New babe gets a contented mother, siblings get to pig out on baked goods that don’t contain e-numbers, hydrogenated fats, artificial anything, or any other nasties. The stuff is so homemade that it only lasts a couple of days without going off. But it can be frozen. So we’ve eaten lemon-iced cupcakes, squidgy brownies, oatmeal cookies, blueberry muffins and mini carrot cakes, and still have a couple of Tupperware containers crammed with goodies in the freezer. Come round, and I might even share them.

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